Tris POV
"Please come Tris," Christina said in a pleading voice.
"No," I repeat firmly, "I'd like to get through initiation with my dignity."
"Oh, please." Then she looked at my folded arms and serious posture and gave up. "Fine , fine have it your way but your going to miss a fun night."
I scoff, Yeah a game of Candor or Dauntless with Zeke and Uriah, that would be fun," as I say fun I make air quotes with my fingers.
"Whatever," Christina says turning and walking around the corner disappearing for view. I have better things to do then make a fool of myself in front of a bunch of people. I have to go to the training center and weightlift. Yeah, I know it's a weird thing for a former Abnegation member to be doing but honestly that's why I'm doing it. As the only Abnegation transfer I'm the smallest, therefore the weakest. Or at least I was before I started working out every night. I arrive at the training room and start by stretching, all thoughts of the party leaving my mind.
